‘Nuff said.
Also – this heavy jaunt through the annals of self-on-tape has eaten my energy. I am going to sleep and allow the heavies to play their Romeo’s while my body adapts to such a shock– a shock of not hearing these tapes in 20 years. Perhaps this is worth revealing: Hauntomantic praxis isn’t always fun, it’s rife with walking bare-ass backwards in the pre-life’s field of reeds. Ghosts will tucker.
I will be sharing more of these as well as streaming this week. This is my last huge work-week within the event industry before the holiday lull– stick around and I’ll share the heavies and wonders that I have been tinkering on. My mind feels full of past prism/prisons, and sometimes it feels like poison…
More soon and haunt On,
Travis Keats Ross